"and dry corn in the fields,
frostburned vegetables, half-dead grasshoppers
a night in colorado springs
not long before the war began,
molly in her witch dress,
kitchens in kansas and
basements in nebraska,
all these private referents
worn out with the constant
use of memory."
beautiful
he must know Molly.
Someone is funny.
Now that I think about it, I would guess that you two must have met at least once.
I don't know who he is. I'm not funny, just an egomaniac.
Jacob, Molly. Molly, Jacob. Jacob and Alan have been good friends since well before I knew either of them. There was a very brief phase of things where I sometimes stumbled drunkenly through my front door to discover them playing keyboards & electric bass in the living room.